Paris, in a nutshell

 We arrived in Paris later than expected, after some snow delays in the early morning. We were a little worried when we saw the flight schedules and all of the cancelled flights at the airport. Fortunately, our flight was never cancelled and was only delayed by a couple of hours. 

Isabelle, with her nose in an Archie book every chance she could get.

By the time we landed, the snow had melted and the weather had dwindled to a cold, misty, drizzling mess. We found our hotel, and Princess Isabelle was determined to make her way to the Eiffel Tower...so off we went...down Champs Elysees, pausing at Arc de Triumphe, and then on to that massive, sparkling, tower of dreams. She just *had* to touch it. In her words, this was  the best day of her life. Mission accomplished.

(What people think we do in Paris.)

  

Aria, on the other hand, was more than just a little tired and had passed out completely in the most basic of umbrella strollers. I was sure she would be begging for a chiropractor the next day, but she insisted she had quite a good nap.  

Aria, snoozing contentedly in the rain in front of the Eiffel Tower.

We promised each other not to tell her that we had actually BEEN to the Eiffel Tower, as she would get to see it the following day anyway. She would have been heartbroken. But as promised, she saw it the next day when we proceeded to take the elevator ...all...the...way...to...the...tippy...tippy...top. (I personally would only recommend going to the 2nd platform with children though. The lines for that second elevator were incredibly long, the views more muddled, and the wind....ohhhhh, the wind...)

A view of Paris from the tippy tippy top of the Eiffel Tower.

We also got to visit Notre Dame, which is preparing for its year-long celebration of its birthday in 2013, when it turns 850 years old. That´s a whole lot of candles.

Waiting patiently to go in the cathedral.

Isabelle is a big fan of the Mona Lisa, so once in the Louvre, we made a beeline for the painting. She was amazed at how small it was. Despite Isabelle´s surprise, the ol´ girl seemed pleased to see us...at least...I think she was...

 

 

The hunt for macarons finally came to an end at Laduree and Pierre Herme, the two top rated macaron spots in the city. Tom preferred the Pierre Herme (a lighter, crispier texture), while I preferred the Laduree (a softer, chewier texture). Of course, I wouldn´t turn down a box from either one.  

 

 

We left Paris on Monday morning, exhausted. We were more than happy to move on to the easier pace of Barcelona and the milder weather.

(What we actually DO in Paris. Haha. Not really, but I did have to capture this everyday moment. In Paris.)